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| 'Strangers' Pen Sketch |
Last
Place
Done hanging with
broken girls, with
Soprano softness
slithering slight
Hands, sliding out
reddened barbed
Feathers a new
shuffling skin to paint.
I’m all clear for
landing meteorites
Atmosphere
atom-bombs appear like
Spring rain, slow
then sharp on twi-
light loose days
like these ones.
Did the mind win
the loss? Pyrrhic
Victory viral
victims of vile verses
Please elaborate
more clearest dear,
Finished reading
between empty lines.
